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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.