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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 AZ to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.