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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Index,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.