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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.