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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.