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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.