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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.