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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.