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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.