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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.