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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.