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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.