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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.