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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Faust,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.