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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Brick,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.