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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.