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 Chile 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Ludus,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.