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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.