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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.