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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.