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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.