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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.