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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 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 Star Department to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.