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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.