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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.