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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.