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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.