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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.