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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.