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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.