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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Franke,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.