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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.