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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Scion,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.