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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.