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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.