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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.