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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.