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 Cambodia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.