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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.