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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Sparks,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.