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 Palau 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.