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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.