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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Franke,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.