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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.