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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Index,
The Standells,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.