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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.