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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.