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 Australia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.