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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.