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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.