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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Excepter 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.