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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Model 500,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.