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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.