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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.