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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.