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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.