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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.