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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Faust,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.