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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.