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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.