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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Gong,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.