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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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.