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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Index,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.