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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.