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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.