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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.