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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Technova,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.