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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.