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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.