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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.