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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.