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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.