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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.