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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.