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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.