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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.