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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.