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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.