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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.