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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.