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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.