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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.