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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.