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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.