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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.