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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.