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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.