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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
cv313,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Gong,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.