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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.