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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.