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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.