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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.