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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.