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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.