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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.