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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
MC5,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.