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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.