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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.