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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.