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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.