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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.