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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.