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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.