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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.