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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.