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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.