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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.