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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.