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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.