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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.