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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.