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 Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.