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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.