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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.