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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.