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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Model 500,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Index,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.