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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.