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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.