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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Can,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
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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.