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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Graham Central Station 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Television,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.