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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.