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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.