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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
10cc,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
DNA,
the Association,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.