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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.