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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.