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 China and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.