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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.