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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Japan,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.