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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.