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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.