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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.