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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.