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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.