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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.