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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.