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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.