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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Television,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light 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.