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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.