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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.