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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.