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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.