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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Oneida,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Darondo,
AZ,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-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.