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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.