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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 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 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.