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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Smog,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.