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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.