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 Romania and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Q65,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.