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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.