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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.