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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
UT,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.