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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
PIL,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.