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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
UT,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.