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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.