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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.