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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.