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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.