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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.