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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.