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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sandy B 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.