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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.