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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.