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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.