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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
The Names,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.