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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.