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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s 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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.