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 Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
X-101,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.