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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.