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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.