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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Swans,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Gong,
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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.