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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.