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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Television,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
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.