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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.