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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.