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 Greece and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.