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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.