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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.