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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo 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.