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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.