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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.