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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.