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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.