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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Can to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.