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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.