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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Index,
the Germs,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Monks,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.