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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.