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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.