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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
This Heat,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.