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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Nas,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.