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 Bangladesh 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.