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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier 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?
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
The Monks,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.