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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.