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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.