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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.