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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Index,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.