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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.