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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
X-101,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.