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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.