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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.