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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.