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 Liechtenstein 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.