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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.