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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.