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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.