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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.