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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sparks 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.