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 Belize 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Echospace,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.