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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.