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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Gong,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.