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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.