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 Norway 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.