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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.