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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.