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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.