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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.