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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.