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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.