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 Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Wings,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.