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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '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 John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.