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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Q65,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
MDC,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.