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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.