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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Can,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
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.