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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.