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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.