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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.