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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Yaz,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.