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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Index,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.