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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.