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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.