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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
the Germs,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.