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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.