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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.