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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
June Days,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Franke,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.