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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.