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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
The Names,
MDC,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Little Man,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.