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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Wire,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.