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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.