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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Wire,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.