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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
This Heat,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Can,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Swans,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.