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 Syria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Can,
Brick,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.