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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.