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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.