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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.