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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.