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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
AZ,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.