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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.