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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.