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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.