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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.