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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Deadbeat 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.