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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
UT,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.