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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
ABC,
Television,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.