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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.