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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Quantec,
Smog,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.