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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
the Association,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.