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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.