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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.