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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
The Index,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.