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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.