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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Index,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
MC5,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.