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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
The Martian,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.