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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.