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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
The Litter,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.