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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.