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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Roxette,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.