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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.