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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.