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 France 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.