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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.