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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.