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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.