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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Hashim,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.