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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.