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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Crime,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Unwound,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.