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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.