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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Index,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.