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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.