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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.