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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
CMW,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.