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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.