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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Fear,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Monks,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
The Doors,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.