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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.