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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.