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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.