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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.