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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Zeros 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.