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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.