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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.