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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.