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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Mars,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.