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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Mars,
Television,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.