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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Nico,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.