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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Smog,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.