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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.