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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.