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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.