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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.