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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.