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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.