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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.