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 Belarus 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Crime,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.