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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
X-101,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.