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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.