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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.