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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.