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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.