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 Korea South and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.