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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 World's Most to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Japan,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.