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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.