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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.