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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.