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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.