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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.