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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.