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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.