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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.