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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Fear,
Brick,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.