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 Norway 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Mars,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.