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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.