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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
The Index,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Swans,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.