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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.