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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.