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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.