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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
PIL,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.