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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Aswad,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.