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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.