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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.