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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.