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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.