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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
JFA,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.