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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.