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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.