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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.