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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Crime,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.