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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.