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 Belarus 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
The Names,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.