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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.