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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.