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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Can,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.