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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.