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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
X-102,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.