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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.