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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
The Fall,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.