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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Visage,
Quantec,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.