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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Erasure,
the Association,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
UT,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.