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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.