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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.