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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Visage,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.