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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.