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 United States and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Smog,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.