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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Magma,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.