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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.