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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.