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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.