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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.