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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.