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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.