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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.