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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
MDC,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.