Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by PIL. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Mars,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.