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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.