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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.