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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.