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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.