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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.