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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.