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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Unwound,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Visage,
MC5,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.