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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Qualms,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.