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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.