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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Little Man,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.