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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.