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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Scion,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.