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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
The Move,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.