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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
UT,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.