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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.