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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.