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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Rekid,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.