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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.