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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Neu!,
The Evens,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Visage,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
K-Klass,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.