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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.