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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.