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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.