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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.