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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.