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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Can,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.