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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.