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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.