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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Faust,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.