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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.