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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.