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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.