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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.