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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.