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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.