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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.