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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Rapeman 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.