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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Zapp,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.