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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.