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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.