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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Skriet,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.