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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.