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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.