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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Fear,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.