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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Saints,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.