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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.