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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Selecter to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.