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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.