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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.