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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.