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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Altered Images,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
cv313,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.