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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.