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 Bolivia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 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 Goldenarms 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.