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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.