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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.