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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Magma,
the Germs,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.