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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.