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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Flipper,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.