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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.