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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.