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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.