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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.