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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 ABC to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.