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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The New Christs 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Organ,
Magma,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.