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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.