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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
UT,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.