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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.