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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.