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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.