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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Slave,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.