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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.