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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.