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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.