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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.