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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.