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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.