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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.