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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
CMW,
the Normal,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.