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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.