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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Names,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.