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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.