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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 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 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.