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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Faust,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.