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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.