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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.