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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.