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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.