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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.