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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.