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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.