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 Japan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.