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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.