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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Smiths to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
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.