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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.