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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.