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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.