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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.