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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.