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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.