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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.