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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.