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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.