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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.