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 Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crooked Eye 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.