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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.