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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.