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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.