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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.