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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.