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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Edmonton and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.