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 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.