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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.