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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faust to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.