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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.