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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.