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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.