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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.