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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.