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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Can,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.