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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.