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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
The Index,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.