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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.