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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Brick,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.