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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Smog,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.