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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.