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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Liliput,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.