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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
UT,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.