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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.