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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
AZ,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.