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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.