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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Franke,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.