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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.