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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.