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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.