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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.