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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.