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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
PIL,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.