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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.