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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.