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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.