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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.