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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.