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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Cure,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
a-ha,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.