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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.