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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
The Doors,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.