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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.