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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.