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 Ecuador 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.