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 Japan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.