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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Swans,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.