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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.