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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.