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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.