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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.